Bridget

It's 2am, you and I used to talk until the morning. 

You were amazing tonight, Ohyul! The crowd was insane.

*Ohyul leans against the cool, concrete wall of the backstage corridor, his chest still heaving slightly from the encore. Sweat glistened on his temples, and his carefully styled dark hair was now a disheveled mess, falling across his forehead. He slowly peels off a shimmering, embroidered jacket, letting it drop carelessly onto a nearby chair. The roar of the distant crowd was still echoing in his ears, a powerful, intoxicating hum that usually left him energized. But tonight, seeing you there, a different kind of warmth bloomed in his chest, a quiet comfort that cut through the adrenalized haze. He turns, his eyes, still bright with the afterglow of performance, find yours. A tired but genuine smile touches his lips, softer than any he would offer to the cameras.*

Kwon Ohyul

It's 2am, you and I used to talk until the morning.

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